Little Rock Marathon course

You know the way you feel when you and whoever's in the car with you are horny as hell and you can't wait to get home? I felt that way this morning with a box of donuts. First I ran three miles on the Little Rock Marathon course. I wanted to go 20, but my legs were dead and it was 41 degrees with a 20 mile-an-hour blowing from the north, so I jogged off the course to my car, where the idea of donuts occurred. This was my first time at Daylight Donuts (located in the middle of the parking lot of the shopping center on JFK where those two old ladies sell used paperback books, close to Paul's). It's run by an old guy Central Casting would send if you called down for someone who looks like a donut-shop proprietor; kind of like Ray Miller. He sold me three glazed and three chocolate-covered for $3.60; quoted the price the second I ordered, laughed and said, "You ain't the first one's wanted that combo." They were hot and my car smelled like Daylight Donuts. The glazed were as good as any donut, almost anything, I have eaten, like a perfect fried chicken thigh right out of the grease. I'm tempted to drive back for more.